Come, cool spring rain.
Gently wash over me with your sweet delicate touch,
and as you meet with the quickly thawing earth, beckoning the crocus to rise from winter slumber, awaken me once again.
Come, warm tangerine sun
Shine on me, your warm soothing rays
and as you kiss, so gently the dancing wildflowers upon the rich golden meadow, kiss softly my ruby red lips once again.